Monday, February 14, 2011

That day again, already...by james robert

it was high noon on valentine's dayand all through the housethere wasn't much astirringsave maybe a mouseoh, i had loves aplentyfor most of my yearsbut i ran faster than theywith a case of the "fears"i was looking for somethingonly i could givein the self-love arenai leaked like a sievemother teresa herselfwould have been at a lossif we had gone acourtinshe would've took to the sauceoh hell, i had my momentsmaybe more than my sharei loved not wisely nor too wellwhen i dared to venture thereif it is better to have loved and lostthan to never have loved at allthan i am here to tell everyonethat it was well worth the fall